Wings of Words

I let the time pass

I live for no cause

Just a day in hand

Doing my daily chores

I don't march to any band. 

Can't perform any magic

For I don't have a wand. 

I don't wallow in any woe

In the bank have sufficient dough

Stretches I do daily, 

Stresses go out freely

Cycling down on the road

Thoughts churn I create an ode.

Nothing seems to change, 

My life goes about in a limited range. 

I travel afar on the wings of words

Homing like a bird, end of day, time is one that I can afford.